Dragonfall
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When I was 18 months old, my parents threw a huge birthday party for my sister. They made a scavenger hunt and hid clues inside balloons. Just the perfect thing for someone my age. Although I clearly don't remember that night, the fear stuck in my head.
Up until I was 16, I was terrified of them. If I was at school, I'd hide in the bathroom for hours or I'd tell my teacher that I was sick. I had an awful meltdown in front of a fair when I was 10, and all my teacher could tell me was to "get a hold of myself." Four years later, I started researching online and ended up watching hours of non-naked balloon fetish videos. I'd gradually turn up the volume until I couldn't stand it anymore. The more I did it, the more comfortable I felt. Looking back, I'm not sure if I was more scared or turned on.
I told my boyfriend last year, and didn't understand one bit. The topic came up in conversation at a restaurant. He said, "Well, at least I'm not afraid of something as stupid as a balloon." That stung. We went home and he apologized, then offered to give me whatever help I needed. I used him to help me through it, because I associated him with being comfortable. And it worked! This eventually turned into a sex game. He'd "torture me" by threatening to pop the balloon in my face. I know I'm not cured and I probably won't ever be, but it feels like a good leap in the right direction.
Does anyone else have experience coming out of phobias like such? I'm sure there has to be a term for having a fetish that stems from a taboo.
Thanks!
Up until I was 16, I was terrified of them. If I was at school, I'd hide in the bathroom for hours or I'd tell my teacher that I was sick. I had an awful meltdown in front of a fair when I was 10, and all my teacher could tell me was to "get a hold of myself." Four years later, I started researching online and ended up watching hours of non-naked balloon fetish videos. I'd gradually turn up the volume until I couldn't stand it anymore. The more I did it, the more comfortable I felt. Looking back, I'm not sure if I was more scared or turned on.
I told my boyfriend last year, and didn't understand one bit. The topic came up in conversation at a restaurant. He said, "Well, at least I'm not afraid of something as stupid as a balloon." That stung. We went home and he apologized, then offered to give me whatever help I needed. I used him to help me through it, because I associated him with being comfortable. And it worked! This eventually turned into a sex game. He'd "torture me" by threatening to pop the balloon in my face. I know I'm not cured and I probably won't ever be, but it feels like a good leap in the right direction.
Does anyone else have experience coming out of phobias like such? I'm sure there has to be a term for having a fetish that stems from a taboo.
Thanks!